Mad Ass Nuts by Nuts: A Gabber Assault You Won’t Forget
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—this album is not for the faint of heart. Released in 2009 by Dutch hardcore legends Nuts under 5th Gear, Mad Ass Nuts slams you with everything gabber has to offer: relentless beats, distorted kicks, and enough energy to power a small city. If you’re into electronic music that punches you in the face and doesn’t apologize, this might just be your holy grail.
Let’s dive into two tracks that stuck with me like gum on a hot summer day. First up, "Freedom (Original Mix)". This track grabs you by the throat from the first beat and doesn’t let go. The pounding kick drum feels like it’s drilling into your skull, while those synth stabs scream freedom—or maybe chaos? Either way, it’s impossible not to headbang or punch the air when this sucker hits. What makes it unforgettable? It's raw, unfiltered aggression wrapped in melody. By the time the breakdown kicks in, you’re either losing your mind or begging for more. Probably both.
Then there’s "House of Nuts", which sounds exactly how its title implies—a wild house party where everyone’s lost their damn minds. The bassline here is so heavy it could collapse floors. And don’t even get me started on those vocal samples—they’re ridiculous but oddly addictive. “House of Nuts” isn’t trying to be clever; it’s all about maximum impact. It’s the kind of track that turns any room into a mosh pit within seconds. No chill, no mercy, just pure mayhem.
The rest of the album keeps the pedal to the metal too. Tracks like “Techno Is Wacko” and “Empty Feelings (Fast Remix)” bring the heat without skipping a beat. Even the slower moments feel like they’re building up to another explosion. But honestly? That’s what makes this album work—it never lets you catch your breath.
Here’s the kicker though. Listening to Mad Ass Nuts feels like being thrown into a blender set to "destroy." But weirdly enough, once the dust settles, you crave it again. Maybe that says something about us listeners—or maybe it’s proof that sometimes, music needs to be ugly, loud, and out of control to mean something.
So yeah, crank this album at your next underground rave—but don’t blame me if the neighbors call the cops.